#val nunh

[fair-fae]

@its-the-val-pal

[its-the-val-pal]

Prompt #6: Halcyon

For a while, Val hated mornings. He hated waking up. He hated staring through the hole in his ceiling as the offensive rays of the sun accosted him. He hated the aftertaste of whiskey and the previous night's dinner and snacks on his tongue and the groggy feeling that it often left him with.

That is, of course, assuming he stopped drinking long enough for it to hit him. Often times he was still inebriated when he woke up. On top of everything he hated about mornings, he also hated remembering what he'd lost. And that cloying, suffocating fear of uncertainty about what the future would bring.

But life has a funny way of just.. working itself out when one least expects it. It has a way of humbling you. It teaches you that, no. You aren't as grown as you thought you were and, no, you still aren't as grown as you think you are even now.

Now, Val sometimes woke up with the intoxicatingly sweet taste of vanilla on his lips left from the whisp of a kiss as his wife left to start her day. The remnant of tea and roses also hung in the air as she dressed herself or waited upstairs for him to eventually rise. And some days he would find himself waking up and wandering through their den, full of oversized furniture and earthy smell all of the books gave off. Sometimes he'd arrive upstairs to the smell of whatever she'd decided to burn for breakfast that morning. Other times she, thankfully, chose to wait for him instead.

Other days, like this one, the smells had long since faded and he knew she'd taken her leave for the day, busy as she was. It gave him time to sleep in. Time to think. Time to appreciate being in that oversized, comfy bed. Time to bask in the remnants of her scent on the pillow next to him, knowing it would be a short while until he saw her again.

Most importantly, time to be thankful. He loved her. He always had; that was without a doubt. He'd laid his life down for her multiple times. But.. being without her had taught him many things. That he had to grow up, for one. And while deep down he was still the same Val, he had certainly done a lot of changing in their time apart. He took his jobs seriously. He'd always refused to drink while working, but now he dressed the part as well.

It also taught him how fleeting things truly were. For the longest time Val often thought himself to be invincible.. until the day came that he wasn't, and well. Then it wouldn't matter what he thought. But losing her had wounded him in ways he didn't think possible. He was mortal. He could be hurt. And he needed to be better, both for his own sake and also for her. And while he had certainly always appreciated her, he had never more so than now.

[catboydan]

anytime dnp mention ffxiv i'm over here shivering shakign with excitement like crossover? omg they like the same thing i like? in the corner of the room meme like they (phannies) don't even know phil is a mooncat and dan's catboy canonically gets no bitches

[jancisstuff]

Twelve Days of Snowflake Screenies

The last day - May the New Year be sweet.

More stolen from tumblr.

I made a special snowflake for one of them.

[which-can-eternal-lie]

LFRP - X’unmei Noh (Balmung/Crystal)

A Seeker of the Sun of the Lynx tribe, X’unmei ran away after being alienated for failing to pull her weight in combat and hunting, the kind and pacifistic girl more inclined to have a book in hand than a weapon. Unequipped to survive on her own, she soon found an uncomfortably intimate encounter with death, whereupon she was “rescued” by a mage who took her in for a time. Finding life to be full of many unpleasant surprises, the sweet and stubborn Miqo’te struggles to find a light within the darkness and provide the same for others.

The Basics ––– –

Age: 22

Race: Miqo’te, Seeker of the Sun

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual

Marital Status: In a relationship... or two?

Alignment: Neutral Good

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Auburn with strands of red, brown, and gold; long; wavy; messy

Eyes: One an eerie golden-green, one dark reddish-brown

Height: 5′0″

Build: Short, petite, soft, feminine, curvy, slightly chubby, dainty

Distinguishing Features: Big mismatched eyes, baby face, gentle smile

Common Accessories: Often flanked by her paissa brat, Pancake

Personal ––– –

Profession: Professional Moocher

Hobbies: Collecting cute things, helping people, making friends, herbal medicine, eating sweets, singing

Residence: The Lavender Beds

Birthplace: The Twelveswood

Relationships ––– -

Significant Other: Vallois Villeneuve @its-the-val-pal

Children: None

Parents: Mother X’kima deceased. X’noh Nunh. Adopted by Melfice Vainchelon @of-darkness-and-dreams and by extension his wife, Shadiyah.

Siblings: No full-bloodied siblings, numerous half-siblings

Other Relatives: Numerous, none of note

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: None Drugs: None Alcohol: None

RP Hooks –––

The Twelveswood - X’unmei was born and raised in the Black Shroud where she still resides within the Lavender Beds at the Shroudrose Teahouse. If your character is from the Shroud or spends a lot of time there, they may have bumped into each other or may do so in the future.

Helping Hand - Though Unmei typically has little to offer, she will always try to do her best to help anyone in need, with matters large or small. This helps her make friends and do a great deal of good... as well as end up being taking advantage of by those who are deceptive.

Friendly Face - Despite being shy and somewhat of a hermit, Mei loves to make friends, and has the patience and kindness to befriend just about anyone. Your character needs a pal? Mei is your gal! 

Littlest Lynx - X’unmei is an runaway of the Lynx tribe, in particular a sect based in the Twelveswood. If your character is from the Lynx tribe, they may recognize Mei, or at least consider her a person of interest!

Life and Undeath - After a brush with death, Mei discovered within herself a talent for necromancy. She wants to learn to control and understand this ability, yet is all the same reluctant to make use of it. Doubtless, her abilities could interest certain people, should they learn of them.

Random encounters or anything you can think of! Acquaintances, friends, allies, business parties, past connections, distant relatives, enemies, rivals! Some things will require some communication and my approval, but I am willing to consider anything except for romantic or sexual connections.

Click here for X’unmei’s carrd for her full bio and more information!

OOC Information –––

My timezone is EST/EDT. I am typically free in the evenings/night.

I am looking for something other than casual/social/tavern/slice-of-life RP. I do enjoy these, and I’m sure they’ll still happen frequently in our RP. I just have no trouble finding this sort of RP, so I’d like to shoot for the things I find less often. Give me intrigue, drama, mystery, horror, action, adventure! I will consider anything aside from romance and ERP (X’unmei is not interested, nor am I).

I am looking for long-term connections. I want our characters to play a recurring role in each other’s lives and stories. We don’t have to RP daily (I don’t have that kind of free time even if I wanted to!) or even weekly, just semi-regularly and multiple times. I’m not looking for one-and-done RP’s.

I like para-RP. I tend to write a paragraph or two, but I do write more or less as appropriate to the situation, and also have some flexibility to better match my RP partner. I love detail and description without getting into purple prose. I’d love to write with folks who have similar styles.

I’m not into very lore-breaking stuff, but as you can probably tell, I don’t really RP super vanilla by-the-book stuff, either. I’m somewhere in the middleground. I like to respect the game’s canon and lore, but I’m okay with stretching things for the sake of more intriguing story and RP.

I am only looking for in-game RP right now, no Discord or tumblr RP. I am on the Balmung server, but I’m happy to visit any server of the Crystal Data Center for RP!

I’m an awkward and reserved mess of anxiety and I apologize in advance.

Contact ––– –

Send me an IM here or contact me on Discord! Destiny (Faye)#8463 @balmungrp, @mooglemeet, @crystalxivrp

[pyjamaenzel]

redraw of an doodle i did a while back.

Val had no real chance of becoming Nunh of his own tribe, but he was perfectly happy to help Akiv’a’s out, considering their numbers were devastated by the Calamity & the first grandson of their leader showed no interest in women. He has quite a few kids by now and dotes on every single one of them, bringing presents when he visits. (a bit of an odd concept to most Keepers.)

Anyway, kitten tails.

[lunacycard]

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Lynn Keighley | 25 | Chaotic-Good | Voiceclaim (Alt)

Rae, Doc, Little One, The Son of White

Aesthetic Board

Notes: Missing his left arm, it’s been replaced with an extremely advanced magitek arm. Piercings: Ears are littered with rings and one dangling earring on each ear. Tattoos: A single butterfly between his shoulder blades, it’s small and only black ink. Marks: A lightning pattern scar over his right eye, left shoulder has a bite mark out of it, right arm has aetherial burns from fingers to elbow, his entire back in engulfed in intense burn scars.

Co-Founder with L’yon Tia of Lazy Lions Entertainment. This professional doctor and master voidhunter hasn’t yet hung up the surgical coat or void jacket. Though now, married, happy with a son and a family, Lynn has become much more careful now that he has something precious to lose. Between balancing shows, signing paperwork, managing an aetherial bond with his tech guy, a marriage and a child… it’s a shock this doctor ever finds time to sleep.

A’zrael Viloh | 26 | Chaotic-Neutral | Voiceclaim (Alt)

Az, Zrael, Firecat, Amber, Master Blaze, Prince A’zrael

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Notes: Eyes are like firelit amber stones, he’s hot to the touch and heat radiates off of him. Piercings: Gold rings and bead strings hang off his ears. Left brow ring, right nose stud, snake bites (stud kind), gold tongue piercing, Beaded gem hangs from his stomach, nipple rods, NSFW; yes he’s pierced there. Tattoos: Gold rose and henna designs litter his entire body from head to toe and elsewhere. Though on his back is a special tattoo of a rose gold dragon with a green eye. All of his tattoos never fade, and seem to glitter on his flesh. Aetherical induced ink causes this effect. Marks:  N/A

A’zrael Viloh, a well known courtesan, but also a popular performer, getting on anyone's stage (or table) and singing out his heart. No one is quiet sure about this elusive firecat or what his story truly is, anyone who does know keeps to themselves and A’zrael remains a mystery. This cat is hot, in more ways than one. Striking the audiences of all kinds with his sultry and alluring acts, then vanishing from the scene.

                                      { Alt characters under the cut! }

                                                  <<Alts >>

[ Alts are not in any particular order, I love them all equally and play them on demand or whenever I feel! ]

Kameron Locket | 21 | Neutral-Good | Voiceclaim

Kam, Kammy, Lady Locket, Umbra

Aesthetic Board (N/A)

Notes: Always carried a messenger bag with a old, ratty and beat up jounral that looks like it’s seen better days Piercings: Earrings in both ears, rings and dangling both Tattoos: Has a single black ear under her left eye Marks: Has a single scar across her nose. Has a few marks on her wrists and shoulders. Kameron Locket, of Lady Locket Custom Linkpearls! That’s Kameron, and she’ll gladly tell anyone who asks. This bubbly, hyper ball of sunshine is all rainbows and sprinkles. Always giggling, smiling and laughing, it’s considered impossible to get her down. Always looking to the positives, this young and rather naive girl plans on becoming an adventurer better than her father, who left her with his journal before he ran away. Or so she believes he ran away.

Lucrece Mouremont | 44 | Lawful-Evil | VC Pending

Luce, Lu, Moure

Aesthetic Board (N/A)

Notes:  Piercings: Several rings on both ears, black snakebites Tattoos: N/A Marks: Several scars along his back and sides of a variety of sizes and depths. Some seem like cuts, other seem disgustingly abnormal, A noble of Ishgard, or at least -- he used to be. Lucrece Mouremont is the eldest son of four siblings, and is expected the take the role of his father. However, an untimely death of his little brother and sister has left this mysterious elezen cold, dark, and bitter. Often seen as nothing but a criminal, Lucrece is frequently misunderstood for his ways, and with good reason. This elezen hates everyone by a default, and if he pretends to like you it just means he hates you a little less.

Estelle Sache | 23 | Neutral-Evil | Voiceclaim (Alt)

Est, Moonlight, Psycho

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Notes: Eyes seem almost lifeless, there’s read shading around both eyes naturally. Piercings: Basic earrings Tattoos: N/A Marks: N/A

Estelle Sache of the lost Sharlayan tribe of Saches. This interesting and aloof family was thought to be whipped out when the island of Val was destroyed by Garleans… though miraculously Estelle Sache was taken by his uncle of his father’s tribe and stolen away to Eorzea. Now, Estelle, despite the insanity slowly taking over his mind from experiments his father performed on him as a kit, is seeking the history of his tribe, and to rebuild it.

Emmerich Terrene | 30 | Lawful-Good | Voiceclaim (Alt)

Em, Emmy, Captain

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Notes: Always carrying a heavy messenger bag with him. Piercings: Right ear typically has an earring hanging from it. Tattoos: N/A Marks: Has a large gash-like scar across his back, several unexplained marks along his wrists and thighs.

Captain Emmerich Terrene of the Amethyst Scouts…. Or, that’s who he used to be… After watching his entire team, including his boyfriend, be taken down by primal influence before his very eyes. Emmerich shut himself in for turns, studying primals obsessively and often reduced himself in his mind… finding himself completely at fault for the deaths of his friends and lover -- Emmerich is now determined to harness the power of primals, to mimic the echo and fight primals alongside the brave warriors with the gift of the echo… his rage ever burning deep inside his soul.

Q’atria Tia | 18 | Lawful-Evil | Voiceclaim

Master Tiger

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Notes: Long, cared for nails, vivid bright eyes that seem to glow. Piercings: Earrings, one lip ring. Tattoos: N/A Marks:  N/A

The son of the unfortunately passed Q’saeryn Nunh, emperor of the Golden Crow Tribe from the East. The young man's father was murdered in cold blood by a specific group of adventurers without second thought that the man had brought in every member of his tribe by hand, from the streets. Though yes, they sold drugs and carried courtesans, no one ever went without… and those damn adventurers couldn’t see the light in Atria’s father’s eyes… but Atria did...

Xaviera Lotusblood | 33 | Chaotic-Nuetral | Voiceclaim

Xav, Viera, Lotus, Mistress, Madam Lotus

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Notes: N/A Piercings: Ears have rings, chains, and studs adorning them. Black snakebites on her lips, a navel piercing, right nose stud, brow piercing and more. Tattoos: A small black lotus on the back of her neck where you can vaguely see covering an old hourglass. A henna pattern lotus on her right shoulder, henna patterns decorate her entire body from hips to calves, wrist and fingers, even under her eyes, she’s a walking canvas. Marks: Xavier’as right brow has a scar that travels over the bridge of her nose

The new deed holder of the brothel The Hourglass after the previous owner was murdured, Xaviera did a little “sucking up” to get her hands on the deed of the whore house that held her down for several years of her life. Turning it into “The Black Lotus” brothel and entertainment, Xaviera is determined to have a classy joint for the filthy and dirty sinners of the world, willing courtesans and polite bartenders are all you’ll find in her brand new glass bloomed flower brothel.

[omgmiakoda]

1. How did you first come up with your muse’s backstory, if you did at all?

With most of my characters, I actually start them as a completely blank slate.  When I made Shea, all I had was, “She’s Val’s tribal sister.”  @its-the-val-pal had put a thing on tumblr saying he wanted more RP, so I was like, “Hey I wanna make an alt how about I make a sister of his.”  And he said “Cool dude.”  And then Shea was born.  I didn’t actually know that she was going to become my main. 

So, from there, I started filling in her backstory.  Mostly when talking to people- when they would talk about their past.  I just started making some stuff up and saw what fit with her.  Hell, even her personality wasn’t hashed out until I had her interact with people.  She just kind of grew 100% organically into the sweet cinnamonroll that she is.

I’m still writing her backstory.  Coming up with things that may have happened to her as I go along.  

2. If your muse is from a particular show/movie/comic/etc? How did you first react when you first found out about your muse’s backstory?

She’s completely original.  I like to write my own content, make my own characters.  Though she does have things about her inspired by other characters.  Like how she moves during a hunt, for instance.  I like to think about San from Princess Mononoke. 

3. Is your muse’s backstory relatable to you?

Absolutely not.  I grew up in perfect suburbia.  My backstory is more like a mixture of the girls from the movie Now and Then.   

4. Would you rewrite your muse’s backstory? If so, how?

I love her backstory.  Though, the one thing that sometimes I think about is the fact that I made her unable to have children.  It’s a pretty large part of her backstory- the perfect beautiful Seeker that wasn’t able to breed despite her tribe wanting her to have many children.  It does make me a bit sad that if she ever does want to settle down and have children, she likely won’t be able to.  I could always do a plot where she figures out how- but we’ll cross that bridge if she ever gets there.  

5. What song reminds you of your muse’s backstory?

Normally I’m all about choosing a song to go with a backstory, but for Shea, I actually haven’t been inspired yet.  

6. Does anything fit your muse’s backstory aesthetically?

7. What part of your muse’s backstory makes you smile?

Val and I actually haven’t gotten to RP much, but I do enjoy the idea that she did have lots of brothers and sisters that she likely helped raise in one way or another.  The idea of her having a very large family is nice, even before things went to shit with her and her Nunh & Father (two separate people).

8. What part of your muse’s backstory makes you cry?

Her feeling worthless.  Her inability to give the tribe what they wanted from her, and eventually being beaten and shunned for having no control over what her body wanted (or rather, didn’t want) to do.

9. What part of your muse’s backstory makes you aggravated?

Aggravated?  Nothing, I don’t think.  Though I’d say if anything the part that also makes me cry.  My giving her the inability to have children.  

10. In what ways has your muse’s backstory shaped them as a person?

I’d say tribe life made her fiercely protective.  She keeps those of hers that she considers part of her tribe now very close, and will do everything in her power to make sure they are safe.  It’s hard to just be friends with her.  She makes you her family.

[dubiousduskwight]

The Case of the Ransacked Rug V

Less Than A Few Weeks Ago: The events at the Laughing Peiste had shaken Verad somewhat, and not simply because he had been an accidental casualty of Lakshmi's assault. The violence with which they had been met, and Godrich's provided lead to one of Thanalan's mining companies, had given him serious cause for worry. It was one thing for the robbery and Gliding Bone's disappearance to be the work of the criminal element. Criminals could be apprehended and turned over to the appropriate authorities, but the presence of a legal entity meant that there was far more work to be done. He was relieved, then, to hear word from one of his many contacts a few days later, suggesting that both his stolen goods and the missing basket-weaver had been sighted in the company of a group of bandits operating out of the confines of Mor Dhona. Between the proximity of Castrum Centri and the dangers of the Tangle, his contact reported, they were able to operate with, if not freedom from danger, than impunity from the lawful forces of Eorzea. Impunity enough, Verad reasoned, to engage in slave trafficking. Rousting a camp of bandits was a more dangerous undertaking that infilitrating a bar, and while his aides had escaped the Peiste with no more than minor injuries, Verad wished to leave nothing to chance. In the circumstances, he was happy to consign the matter to the efforts of Ser Corinthus and Ser Val Nunh, knowing they were capable fighters in their own right and not wishing to shame them by a display of his combat prowess.   His reward for this trust was for the pair to return with naught but a bill of sale and the absence of Ser Corinthus' shoes, lost to the perils of the swamp. The matter was not entirely fruitless; through their actions, they were able to attract a morbol into the bandit camp and disrupt their base of operations, and the bill of goods they brought back did indeed confirm the presence of Verad's stolen goods at the site. More than that, the contents of the bill of sale indicated something else. Something far darker, and, which, in time, would reveal the depths of the crimes in which Verad had found himself entangled... Now, A Couple Hours Later: Gliding Bone waited in his seat, stooped over the bowl of thick gruel served to the infirmary patients, a curious and expectant look in his eye. Verad had trailed off again, a distant look in his eye, staring at a point on the wall to the right of the man as if some revelation could be found there. "Well?" he asked, the question nudging Verad back into his reverie. This was normal enough; he'd spoken to the Elezen many a time over the course of the past few months, and it was certainly within his power to start a rambling, third-person story and end it on implied ellipses. "Well what?" "What was on the bill?" "Ah, yes, of course. As you can see - " Verad paused, a spoon halfway to his mouth. "I do believe I've just seen something in here move!" "The food's not that bad, Bellveil, I can promise you that much. It's bad, certainly, but there's worse." Bone took a large spoonful of his own, chewing with an expression of forced pleasure for emphasis. "There's better in the mess hall, but they add it to your bill." "That does seem to be something of a recurring theme here. New uniforms, time off, better food - all of it extends the contract?" "As far as I can tell, anything other than working, sleeping for your assigned hours, eating what they give you, and using the latrines extends the contract. And sometimes even that, if you do it on shift." Gliding Bone reached up to tap the bandage surrounding his eye and forehead. "I got this last week. Banged my head against a support beam and some rocks happened to crumble down just after. They told me that each day this heals up I get another one added to my term. Half-tempted to take the risk and head back to work." Examining the dried blood still on the bandage, Verad frowned. "Surely, you can't. Is it not still healing?" "Hm? Oh, those. Haven't changed them in a few days. The extra supplies - " "Yes, of course." Verad took another bite of his gruel, and found it tasted as it sounded. "Now then, the bill of sale. It said the goods were to be delivered to the Syndicate as part of a payment of debts. I gather it was meant as part of a debt reduction, and your attackers simply claimed them for themselves when they abducted you. Is that about right?" "And all my baskets, and my materials. Surprised they didn't lay claim to my home; probably worth more than all of that combined." Something seemed to strike Bone, and he looked up with a startled expression. "You've - has my family been contacted? They won't let me write." "When I saw them, they were fine," said Verad, offering a reassuring smile. "That was some weeks ago, I admit, shortly after you'd gone missing, but I don't see why that would change now. Did you get the chance to look at your 'contract'?" "Once I was dumped here, aye, and on the rare chance that the folks in the main office come down to handle papers. Said they were being given a portion of my wages as a stipend in exchange for extending the contract - I think? I'm not great with this." "Makes a sort of sense, I suppose. I don't imagine everyone here is without families, and those that do must have them placated." Verad rubbed his chin, fixing his eyes on Gliding Bone. "And what happened to me was much the same for you, correct? You found you'd signed a contract you'd never seen." "Yes, after speaking to Jeresu Resu about entering into debt reduction. I hadn't meant to sign up for trading, but he asked for my signature, and, well." He shrugged. "Mine's only six months; not so bad as all that." "But none of them are so bad as that, are they? If I were to go outside and ask those off-shift how long their contracts were, they'd all say the same. But then, all the extensions, and the additions - I wonder how long they can drag it out?" "I think there's a few people on the other shifts who are nearing the end of it. Might ask them." Bone finished up the last of his gruel and set the bowl on the ground. "If they get out, though, what a story to tell to the Blades, eh?" "Hm." Verad glanced towards the door, as if he might get up and check just then. For a moment he rose to his feet, but sank back down, his body audibly groaning in protest. "That can't be right, though. Why kidnap all these workers, forge all these contracts, and then leave themselves open to exposure? Even with all the limitations and extensions they must give at least the hope that people can finish their contracts and leave." "They might not have thought it through?" suggested Bone, resting his hands on his elbows and adopting a thoughtful look. "You've seen the guards, after all. They're not all exactly the brightest, though I hear they're mostly ex-Blades." "Perhaps not the security, but surely the staff must have thought of this?" "Perhaps." Bone bobbed his head in concession. "I haven't dealt with many of them, though. Lamaki, the secretary, he handles most of the interaction with the staff. If anybody would have a hand in that side of things it's either Palmer, the company head, or Agid, the security chief. But we usually only see them from afar out here. Are you going to finish the rest of th - " Bone was gesturing towards Verad's still-full bowl before noticing the sudden pall in his face. "Bellveil? Are you well?" "I - yes, I'm fine, but - did you say Agid?" "Mm. Agid Hatemonger. Damned good name for a security chief, isn't it?" Bone chuckled, shaking his head and folding his arms together. Can't imagine his parents picked it for him. Did you want to finish that, then?" "No, no, it's fine." Verad proffered the bowl out, trying to hide the trembling. He had a plan for the investigation, certainly, and he knew there would be some risk involved. But not until the man's name had been mentioned had he ever felt in real danger.

[1er-monde]

Val Nunh by Claparo-Sans

[berryarmstrong]

Sometimes it's great to play the victorious hero, and sometimes it's just awesome to play the loser.

Berrod and Val grumble about losing fights while at the Quicksand.

[fair-fae]

@its-the-val-pal

[its-the-val-pal]

The boy do look good in this ngl

[ghost-forge]

"Were you born in a barn? Close the fucking door." All eyes on Val, except Ghost Forge's.

[jancisstuff]

Miss and Mister Eorzea - 2017

(Belated Thank you to the Generous Hosts)

[fair-fae]

Lady Faye and Val Covington are getting married (again)! @its-the-val-pal

Celebrating 10 years of marriage together, the Covingtons have chosen to renew their vows to one another in the first public ceremony of their love following their original private elopement. Join us at the Sanctum of the Twelve on Sunday, June 16th at 9:00 PM EDT on Balmung. A reception with food and drinks will follow at Shroudrose Teahouse & Speakeasy at Lavender Beds, Ward 5, Plot 58 on Balmung. If you wish to attend the eternal bonding ceremony, please contact me or Val so we can deliver you an in game invitation.

Syncshell: MSS-ELCNWSM9K514 Password: FayeValWedding

Q: Do I have to be IC? A: No, you do not have to be IC or participate in any role-play, but please be mindful that this is an IC event, and be respectful to those who are role-playing and their immersion.

Q: Does my character have to know the couple IC? A: No! First dibs on the invitations will go to those close to Val and Faye, but you can consider this a public occasion. Anyone can attend, and if you can't find a reason for your character to be there IC, you can always attend OOC.

Q: I can only make it to the ceremony/reception, but not the other! A: That's perfectly fine! Both are not mandatory. Come and go as you need. The eternal bonding invitations are only necessary if you are attending the ceremony, so please do not request one if you will only be going to the reception.

Q: Do I have to be on Balmung? A: Unfortunately, due to the game's limitations on eternal bonding ceremonies, only characters on Balmung may attend the ceremony. However, characters on any world may still attend the reception at the teahouse following the ceremony.